And I saw myself. I was free, I was floating, I was out of control and not restrained, while being chained by his commands and words.“What are you, ...itch? Look at yourself, look yourself in the eyes and tell yourself what you are. What are you, girl?”I looked at myself and I couldn’t find the words. I was so close. I was moaning. I needed relief.“Say it!”“I am a whore, Master”“No, don’t tell me, girl, tell yourself. Do it!”“I am a whore!”, I said to my reflection. My level of arousal increased.. At the ripe old age of 33 I began implementing my long-planned retirement.It was a good thing that my old stake-side truck had an exceptionally high clearance. That excuse for a fire road was nothing but ruts, cuts, washouts, pits and voids. I could have lost an Abrams tank to that thing. It hadn't been looked at, much less worked on in over eight years, and eight years of mountain weather had pretty much returned it to its natural state. It took a state-level court order to get it returned to. .''''tell who your gf?''he lube him up as he fought itbut it was nothing , the bbc found its place inside him toolong deep stroke down , my yelling friend getting fuck i his tight white ass too''good boy see its not that bad look at your friend here''he switch and had a brk from the pounding watching me ass up moaning like a bitch ''see he love my big cock''''come here , on top of him like that 2 white boy pussies loving big fat cock ''he pounded him on top of me my friend got hard ''yes yes. .. probably another two weeks or so. I do have a crew from CIT already onboard, though. Including Doctor Fillmore.”“Is Ingram okay?”He motioned to the bird, which took off. “Arthur, you know I don’t particularly like it when you surprise me with something.”“I think you’ll like this one. Danse, have you and this young woman decided to make things official yet?”Glory blushed a little, holding out her left hand. “He asked me this morning. Since I’m not in the Brotherhood, we did it the.